I’ve often been surprised by how people react when they discover I’m an only child. There’s usually an initial shock, the revelation that I’m more visibly well-adjusted than the stereotypical one. Then, a frown forms as they discern my childhood must have been rather lonely. Where I was lacking in friends, or brothers, I made up for with superheroes…
Commonwealth Books By nina fauci A visit here feels like a trip down Diagon Alley from Harry Potter; tucked inside a discreet alleyway off bustling Washington Street in the heart…
My father is a narcissist. That’s the simplest way to put it, though it took me years to reach that conclusion—a conclusion the rest of my family still struggles to accept…
In the least deranged way possible, I’m a people watcher—have been since I was a child. I enjoy looking through townhouse windows and listening to dinner conversations. I’m by no means doing it to be creepy, in my mind, it’s an anthropological study into the lives of people around me. An innate trait I use to connect to and understand the world…
The day I shaved my head the first thing I noticed were my silver hoops. They hung from my lobes, pulling at the old, loose piercings, stretching them open. I didn’t notice my two ponytails of hair lying limp on the table in my backyard, or my chia head, or the scratchiness the micro hairs left on my back. Those came second, runner-ups to my silver, dangling hoops that were too heavy for my sleazy earlobes…
The year is hardly underway, and already Paris Fashion Week has confirmed much of what careful aesthetes feared—fashion still has no direction. In recent months, the world of high fashion has experienced a clear game of musical chairs; countless creative directors making unexpected departures from longtime mainstays in the industry…
There’s no denying the fact that I’m short. As a full-grown adult, I have maxed out at a wonderful height of five foot two inches, which is far below average and, to me personally, very frustrating. As someone who was born female and tends to present femininely, my height is often a topic of discussion. Whether it’s a fleeting comment from a passerby…
The term “pride and joy” has been used since the early 1800s when Sir Walter Scott used it in his poetry. These terms have evolved over the years, but I believe queer pride is deeply connected to joy. As a genderqueer person who is pansexual, I have been numbed to the fact that all queer representation in the media is depressing, tragic, and an excuse for representation. The issue can boil down to simple queerbaiting, which is a term for when writers tease, but never actually show, queer representation or joy.
They were never pregnant. They have a miscarrige. They back out at the last minute. They become ill and die. They are forced to continue. They decide adoption would be a better fit. Television will do anything and everything to avoid actually depicting a character actively getting an abortion. Walking right up to the line, or rather the clinic door, before turning around and never discussing it again.